A picture is worth a thousand words.

the final stretch

Each week when Thursday rolls around again, I gasp in shock how little time we have left till Baby DZ’s arrival — yea, that’s the little pet name silly Daddy came up with way back– 32 weeks down, 8 more to go. In theory that is.

I wish I am feeling as peaceful as I appear here. Well into the third trimester, preparation for the impending day is in full drive now. I’d like to think we’ve been productive. Little things are trickling into the baby’s room. A picture for the wall, a new chest of drawers, little clothes, socks, books, toys, stroller, and a baby rocker. We’ve also started antenatal class last week.

And yet, an unnerving sense of unpreparedness overwhelms me. It is as if I’m in a race against time. One that you do not know when and where is the finishing line. Paranoid as it may sound, what I am most worried about is the prospect of the baby springing a surprise entry. I mean, you can never discount the possibility eh? Much as we are looking forward to finally meeting face-to-face, there is still some work to be done, both the baby and us. I supposed most expecting mothers at this stage go through similar panic attack modes, don’t they?

Just as well that GSS is in full swing now. I have the remaining days of June to shop and get ready. July shall be a breezier month, hopefully.

hmmm i think the trepidation surrounding things to come may be scary and overwhelming at times…i think i’d be tearing my hair out if i were you so it’s pretty normal : )

but like jules said, you have a wonderful and supportive family so i’m sure everything’s gonna be alright! in the meantime, enjoy the rest of the pregnancy and get alvin to give you more of those foot massages! : P